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She looked like she didn’t quite believe him but nodded, looking down at herself for a moment. “You said you found a swimsuit?”
She made it to the other side and he nodded. “Excellent. Now, flap them.”
The goblin’s eyes narrowed and he skilled off, heading back into the booth. June was silent for a moment before tipping her head back to look at...
She would feel wide and unwieldy. However, after a few rotations, she would get used to the feeling and he nodded approvingly. “Good. Okay. Now,...
She looked up at him, clearly relieved that he was here, but her shoulders slumped under his arms, her spirits clearly dampened. The goblin spoke...
He slowly extended her wings, pursing his lips. His fingers were soft and they brushed the edges gently. “Good. Okay. Turn in a circle a few...
She shied away from the man a little, frowning deeply as he led her to another rack. “I just wanted to swim...” “Well, listen,” the goblin said,...
He nodded, going around behind her. “I’m going to touch them, alright?”
She relaxed when he spoke, turning back to the salesperson who seemed to be regathering his confidence. “The... right places?” June asked...
“I really like research,” he explained. “Try this. Stand up.”
The salesman didn’t notice at first. “Yes, well, Elves are quite small. This will help round you out in all the right places.” He paused,...
About a minute passed before he closed the book. “Okay. Try this.”
“I think you could too,” she said agreeably before pulling off a soft pink swimsuit. It was two-pieces and she frowned at it as a salesperson came...
He set the books on the table and began to flip through the pages quickly, scanning the chapter titles at breakneck speed.
She started giggling, her dimples exposed as she looked up at him. “I think you could make anything look good,” she replied earnestly. “But this...
He returned less than a minute later, holding a stack of books and looking excited. “Okay. Research time.”
She pulled a bikini off the shelf that was only strings, her brow furrowing as she squinted at it. “What...?”
They entered the library and he let go of her hand, heading down an aisle to relocate the books he had found the previous day.
She squinted before a salesperson waved at her, gesturing to some swimsuits. She looked curious, going over towards the stand.
“Well, yes,” she replied flatly. “But are you getting shorts? Swim shorts? What do people swim in?”
